My first encounter with Yunnan was not through travel, but through whispers in the kitchen. Fellow chefs spoke of morel mushrooms harvested from forests 2,000 metres above sea level, of heirloom roses distilled into vinegar, of tea leaves so young they still held morning dew. For years, I was intrigued by this southern frontier – a region that felt simultaneously ancient and full of possibility.
Landing at Dali Airport, the world unfolds like a watercolour painting, misty blue skies brushed against ochre mountains, the scent of damp red earth riding the wind. The moment we began driving toward the old town, I knew I wanted to go straight to the source of local life: the market.
In the wet market, the air itself feels seasoned – bouquets of herbs, wild honey, dried spices and flowers, mountains of mushrooms in every form, and a passionfruit perfume. I found myself photographing everything I saw, wondering: why have I never seen ingredients like these before?”
As a chef, a visit here feels like returning to the source. You feel nature’s rhythm, and you remember that cuisine is not invented; it is found and shaped by its surroundings.